Moonlit Waters
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
984
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
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0
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Dawn's First Light
Title: Dawn’s First Light
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: April 4: prompt: ‘dawn’ Sequel to the drabble “Moonlit Waters”. Rúmil and Lindir express their love for one another.
Author's Note: None
Rúmil’s hips lifted off the ground as his member was taken once again into the hot cavern of Lindir’s mouth. The Marchwarden’s whole body thrummed with desire as he was pushed ever closer to the edge, the sweetest rapture just within reaching distance. Raising his head, Rúmil watched as Lindir laved the tip of his erection and then swallow him once more.
Lindir relaxed his throat and swallowed as the tip of Rúmil’s velvet shaft hit the back of his throat, eliciting a cry of pleasure from his melethron (m. lover). Knowing that Rúmil was almost ready to reach the pinnacle, Lindir reluctantly released his arousal and crawled up the archer’s body to capture his lips.
Rúmil growled in frustration which turned into a moan as he tasted his essence on Lindir’s tongue. Wrapping his right hand in the Minstrel’s hair, he reached down with his left and cupped Lindir’s bottom and grinded their heated erections together, causing them both to cry out.
The Minstrel could not take anymore so he sat up and straddled Rúmil’s waist. Looking deeply into his melethron’s eyes, Lindir slowly lowered himself onto the archer’s hard shaft until he was filled completely. Lindir smiled down at Rúmil before he threw his head back and started to ride him in long leisurely strokes.
Rúmil barely let himself believe that all that had transpired during the night was not some dream. All night, next to the moonlit waters that Lindir had emerged from, they had loved one another between bouts of reverie. He watched Lindir now, with dawn’s first light shining down upon his upturned face, and he knew that he had never seen anything more beautiful or ethereal in all his days. Sitting up, he wrapped Lindir’s legs around him, and kissed the plump rosy lips that he could not get enough of.
Lindir wrapped his arms around Rúmil’s neck and threaded his fingers through the archer’s tresses as he danced his tongue with his meleth’s (love’s). When the Marchwarden’s calloused hands gripped his bottom and changed the angle of his thrusts, Lindir bowed his back as his prostrate was stroked, causing white lights to dance behind his eye lids.
At hearing Lindir’s cry of pleasure and the feel of his inner muscles grip his straining shaft, Rúmil gasped, “Yes, come for me meleth. Let me feel you grip me as if you never long to release me from your body.”
Rúmil’s words and his hard thrusts caused Lindir to spend, spilling his pearly essence upon both of their stomachs. Not seconds later he felt his melethron’s fingers bite into his hips as he felt Rúmil’s hot seed fill his pulsing channel. Breathing hard, Lindir wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Rúmil, never wanting to let go.
When Rúmil finally came back to himself, he felt Lindir’s body tremble and his tight grip on him. Wrapping his arms about his melethron, he whispered, “You are mine and I am never giving you back meleth nín (my love).”
Lindir smiled as he nuzzled Rúmil’s neck and he whispered back, “I have and always will be yours.”
The End
Author: Janalynn27
Type: Double-Drabble
Pairing: Rúmil/Lindir
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Warnings: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: For the lotrallslash yahoo group Daily Drabble: April 4: prompt: ‘dawn’ Sequel to the drabble “Moonlit Waters”. Rúmil and Lindir express their love for one another.
Author's Note: None
Rúmil’s hips lifted off the ground as his member was taken once again into the hot cavern of Lindir’s mouth. The Marchwarden’s whole body thrummed with desire as he was pushed ever closer to the edge, the sweetest rapture just within reaching distance. Raising his head, Rúmil watched as Lindir laved the tip of his erection and then swallow him once more.
Lindir relaxed his throat and swallowed as the tip of Rúmil’s velvet shaft hit the back of his throat, eliciting a cry of pleasure from his melethron (m. lover). Knowing that Rúmil was almost ready to reach the pinnacle, Lindir reluctantly released his arousal and crawled up the archer’s body to capture his lips.
Rúmil growled in frustration which turned into a moan as he tasted his essence on Lindir’s tongue. Wrapping his right hand in the Minstrel’s hair, he reached down with his left and cupped Lindir’s bottom and grinded their heated erections together, causing them both to cry out.
The Minstrel could not take anymore so he sat up and straddled Rúmil’s waist. Looking deeply into his melethron’s eyes, Lindir slowly lowered himself onto the archer’s hard shaft until he was filled completely. Lindir smiled down at Rúmil before he threw his head back and started to ride him in long leisurely strokes.
Rúmil barely let himself believe that all that had transpired during the night was not some dream. All night, next to the moonlit waters that Lindir had emerged from, they had loved one another between bouts of reverie. He watched Lindir now, with dawn’s first light shining down upon his upturned face, and he knew that he had never seen anything more beautiful or ethereal in all his days. Sitting up, he wrapped Lindir’s legs around him, and kissed the plump rosy lips that he could not get enough of.
Lindir wrapped his arms around Rúmil’s neck and threaded his fingers through the archer’s tresses as he danced his tongue with his meleth’s (love’s). When the Marchwarden’s calloused hands gripped his bottom and changed the angle of his thrusts, Lindir bowed his back as his prostrate was stroked, causing white lights to dance behind his eye lids.
At hearing Lindir’s cry of pleasure and the feel of his inner muscles grip his straining shaft, Rúmil gasped, “Yes, come for me meleth. Let me feel you grip me as if you never long to release me from your body.”
Rúmil’s words and his hard thrusts caused Lindir to spend, spilling his pearly essence upon both of their stomachs. Not seconds later he felt his melethron’s fingers bite into his hips as he felt Rúmil’s hot seed fill his pulsing channel. Breathing hard, Lindir wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Rúmil, never wanting to let go.
When Rúmil finally came back to himself, he felt Lindir’s body tremble and his tight grip on him. Wrapping his arms about his melethron, he whispered, “You are mine and I am never giving you back meleth nín (my love).”
Lindir smiled as he nuzzled Rúmil’s neck and he whispered back, “I have and always will be yours.”
The End